One of the most grueling parts about playing football when you’re 34 years old? Pizza. The lack of pizza.
Sunday night after a win last fall. Frank Gore’s living room. The Indianapolis Colts’ running backs had gathered around the TV, there to catch the late game but also to unwind, to (briefly) enjoy the spoils of victory. They’d beaten the Titans earlier that afternoon. Hence, the pizza. A rookie brings over a pie, sets it on the table, tells everyone to dig in. Most don’t give it a second thought.
But the oldest player in the room does.